I've had a slew of thoughts rushing through my head these last few days. I've cried the mother's wail. I've scrolled through old pictures in disbelief of this new reality. Mostly I've sat in shocked silence.
The history of the prosecution of alleged perpetrators of violence against African American victims brought about with heavy public and political pressure hasn't been good for the alleged victims and those who conducted the prosecution.
Untimely death happens so that the humans left behind might take another, fresher look at their lives, experience renewed appreciation for the gift they can still claim, and become a bit more thankful, a bit more humble.